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| Segmental Myoclonus |
| By Christopher Arndt |
| Car mangled on a cold night. Broken glass in my hair. Car horn blasts. Blood.
Pain Sterile rooms, Insincere sympathy, uncomfortable hospital beds. It�s hard to sleep between vomiting sessions in a neck brace. Dreams of head lights flashing, violent jerk of impact. I vomit again. My body trembles. No warning. No aura. Rest calm. It overtakes me like lightning strikes a tree. Eyes roll into my head. Fire sears down my spine, back arks. It holds me. Breath lost, tears, the unseen thing releases me. I have been violated. Raped. �The wired may itch a bit.� A gel is placed on each pad and taped to my head. AEG Itching is an understatement. Flashing lights cause me to spasm. Examination equipment. Medical Magazines, like anyone cares to ready them. Neurology isn�t as boring when it�s your brain they talk about. My doctor finally comes back. The unseen thing has a name. |